A Bludger flew directly at Malfoy from Fred's stick, and Malfoy, who was concentrating on chasing the Golden Snitch, felt the danger signal revealed by the wind, and leaned down slightly, the broom adjusted a slight angle, and the Bludger whistled past his ears, and the Slytherin audience erupted in cheers.

Malfoy didn't have time to pay attention to the audience's reaction, and there had never been a moment when the golden snitch was so close to him, a golden light reflected in his gray-blue pupils, and Malfoy held out his hand. The Golden Snitch jumped between his fingers, and at the moment when he almost held it tightly, Halo 2001 suddenly slowed down, and the Golden Snitch flew into the distance in an instant, disappearing into the sky.

Angry shouts erupted from the audience, and Malfoy turned his head in confusion, but Harry lunged forward, grabbing the tail of Halo 2001 with both hands, a triumphant smile in his eyes.

"Free throws! Gryffindor Free throws! I've never seen a tactic like this!" Mrs. Hooch screamed and flew straight towards Harry, who was sliding back into his firebolt.

Lee Jordan yelled into the microphone, "Since Draco can use magic on himself and the broomstick, it couldn't be fairer that Harry could physically stop him from taking the Golden Snitch." A boo erupted from the audience, and Professor McGonagall motioned for Lee to stop.

"I didn't expect the Savior to use such a dirty and despicable tactic," Loki smiled contemptuously at the corner of his mouth, "It seems that he is really unscrupulous in order to win." ”

"Hawkers, rabbits can bite in a hurry, it's understandable, kind-hearted little Potter is also a way out of the way." Lillian chuckled and said.

The Slytherin players were clearly indignant at such a dastardly tactic, and several of them restarted the game, ready to take on such a shameless Seeker.

A Bludger scurryed past Harry's right ear and was struck by Derek, a tall Slytherin batsman. And then?? Dash. Another Bludger grazed Harry's time. Another batsman, Bol, was closing in. Harry caught a brief glance at Derek and Bol as they surged towards him, both raising their sticks, and he was ascending with a firebolt a second after his death. Bol and Derek slammed into each other.

"Ha Lu Ha!" Lee Jordan yelled, and the two Slytherin players parted with their heads in their hands. "Too bad. The children! To defeat the Firebolt. You have to get up earlier! Now the Quaffle fork is on the Gryffindor side, and Johnson is taking the ball?? Flint next to her?? Poke him in the eye, Angelina?? Just kidding, Professor, is this a joke?? Oh no?? Flint got the ball, and Flint flew over to Gryffindor's goal, come on, hey, Wood, save ??!"

Unfortunately, the previous performance was nothing more than an eye-catching show, and the real score was on Flint, who erupted in cheers from the Slytherins. Lee Jordan scolded fiercely, and Professor McGonagall tried to snatch the microphone from Jordan's hand.

"I'm sorry, Professor, I'm sorry! Not again! In this way, the Gryffindor team leads, thirty to ten, and the ball is there for the Gryffindor team"

The game continued, and in less than half an hour, the score was getting more and more playful, but for now, the game had been pulled to 50-10. Fred and George Weasley kept circling around Malfoy's side, in case Draco spotted the Golden Snitch early again, but helplessly, Malfoy's broomstick, which was blessed with wind magic, was not at all on the same level of speed and agility as the two of them, and often Bludgers would inexplicably fly back to hit the other Gryffindor players after hitting Malfoy's worst, which was the most embarrassing game for the two batsmen.

After a while, Angelina scored, sixty to ten. After a while, Fred Weasley struck the Bludger at Warrington, knocking the Quaffle out of his hand; Arya grabbed the ball and sent it to the Slytherin goal: seventy to ten.

"The situation seems to be a bit uneasy, although our Slytherin score is much higher than Gryffindor in the past Quidditch score, but with the current huge advantage of 70 to ten, if Harry wins the Golden Snitch again, the winner of this year's Quidditch Cup will undoubtedly belong to the Lions, and at the moment, the situation seems to be a little out of control." Lilian looked at the arena in front of her rather worriedly, and her burgundy pupils reflected a green Dao figure.

Augustus touched his chin, "Actually, the variable is still on Malfoy, before Gryffindor scores one hundred to ten, if Malfoy can grab the Golden Snitch and end the game early, there is still a chance to win." ”

At this time, Malfoy is flying on a broomstick in the sky, in the sky full of wind elements, it is simply as smooth as a fish in water, whether it is a small breeze, or the wind around him after acceleration, all this is as comfortable as the back garden at home, under the wind, everything becomes simple and clear, any movement in the sky, whether it is a flying team member or a ball floating everywhere, can be deeply felt through the breath of the wind, enjoy the omniscience and omnipotence brought by magic, this experience is too wonderful.

A golden dot suddenly appeared on the far edge of the sky, for Malfoy, the information transmitted by the wind at such a long distance was simply within reach as if he was around, and glanced at Harry, who was still a little confused, a smile appeared on the corner of Malfoy's mouth, turned around, accelerated, and a green figure sped away like a rocket.

There was an exclamation from the stands, whether it was his speed or his keen observation, and when Harry spotted the green figure, it seemed to be too far away from him. His face turned pale instantly, and when he turned around, the fire bolt rushed towards the golden in the sky with an indomitable tragicness.

Malfoy turned his head to look at Harry who was galloping forward, an inexplicable smile appeared on his face, this smile was relieved and self-deprecating, from snatching Neville's memory ball very early, until the embarrassment of playing the dementor last time, he has always regarded himself as a loser, today, above this sky, in the center of this grand stage, in the high-profile sky arena, he can finally compare his middle finger without scruples, time stands still at this moment, the smile on Malfoy's face slowly fades, He stood up from the broom arrogantly, grasped the golden touch with one hand, and clenched the moment of honor that belonged to him!

He stopped the downward rush, his hands were raised, and the stands exploded. He stood above the crowd, overlooking the cheering crowd, the Golden Snitch flapping its wings hopelessly in his hands.